Saturday, September 12, 2020

Blow Your Stack Saturday: No

That moment when you share your heartfelt work and every one offers up pithy platitudes.


  1. Platitudes so often spur my inner psycho bitch from hell to emerge.

    1. Mine too.
      I almost stopped sharing my poetry at one point because this person told me that my dark poetry was "a catharsis" and that one day I would become a "beacon of light" to guide the world.
      I've been depressive for as long as I can remember, and I don't need the responsibility of being a "beacon of light." That one really got under my skin. Knowing that they "meant well" only goes so far.


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